#fawnyaps

[dawn-of-fawn]

husband human alastor but he is just not fucking afraid of gators.

"AL THERE'S A FUCKING GATOR IN THE BACK YARD"

And then he just.... gently shoos it away like a stray dog or something

"Go on, little friend, go back to the water."

the little friend, 10 feet long and 500 pounds:

[imhereforenjin]

GACHIAKUTA CH 167 SPOILERS

WAAA HE LOOKS SO COOL AND HANDSOME AND ANGRY OMGGGG my knees r BENT

im gonna actually cry bro hes such a cutie AND THE WAY HE HAS BANDAGES COVERING HIS TATTOO OMG MY BABY

also he’s eating sweets omg HE’S BASICALLY RUDO IM CRYINNGGGF

HE LOOKS SO COOL DAAMNNNN

GET HIS ASS ENJIN

the glazing he’s about to receive from me is unreal

ALSO I CANNOT FIND ANY MORE OF THE CHAPTER IT WAS HALF A PART I THINK OR MAYBE THEY BANNED HALF THE SITES WHO CARES THO WE HERE FOR GOATJIN

he looks so tight

[lovelyycupcakebunni]

made this super cute girlblogging form if anyone would like to use it!! please be sure to give credit 🧁🐇

[fawnbunny01134]

I love making posts no one is going to see

[lastfawnoneart]

Happy Father’s Day, dad - !Dad Leon x !Fem Reader

.ᐟ happy LATE father’s day to all the Leon’s daughterwives i love y’all.

╰┈➤ incest, risky sex, mention of getting almost caught, unprotected sex, mention of pregnancy, incest kink, older Leon fucking his daughter on his office desk, lots of pet names, i mean a lot lot, no pulling out, borderline needy dad leon.

𑣲 slightly inspired by Ooh Baby by Lana del Rey, just slightly cause it’s not their first time

Father’s day, a day where you’re supposed to be spending a happy time with your father. Instead, Leon Kennedy, workaholic, stays in his study all day long and you’ve had enough, you were gonna give him his happy time.

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It’s 9:24pm, your dad still hasn’t gotten out of his office down the hall, a strip of light under the door indicating that he’s been here for a long time and won’t be out for another few hours.

You sigh to yourself, moody and tired from the little attention he’s been giving you lately. Barely any kisses, not a single hug when he comes back home to you and your mom. It pisses you off more than you’d like to admit.

You remember the small box of chocolate you bought for this exact day, tucked in your underwear drawer you hoped he would open and see, making it a great surprise. But no, he hasn’t done his nightly visits to your room in days.

You stand and take the box of chocolates, headed straight to his office with a flat expression and a pit in your stomach.

You’re not nervous, no, just curious about how he would react, seeing you standing there in the lacy nightgown he bought you as an apology for almost making you both get caught by your mother one night.

"Dad?" you peek your head in, and there he was just as you expected : sitting in his chair with his glasses riding low on the bridge of his nose that ended up way too many times between your thighs. He looks up, his tired stormy blues meeting your faux-innocent look.

He exhales, setting his pen down with more force than necessary before speaking up in his rough gravely voice "What are you doing here, sweets?" that nickname again, the one that made you as wet as when the faucet’s leaking.

You close the door behind you and, automatically, naturally, you lock the door. You walk further in until you’re standing in front of him, the short nightgown showing the smooth skin of your thighs. "Brought you chocolates, your favorite." you hold the small red box in front of him though his eyes never leave yours, trying to understand why you’re here.

"I’m not hungry, hun" he exhales heavily and turns back to his papers, picking his pen up and ready to write dive back into his pile of paperwork.

You set the box down. That’s it you tell yourself. You take a step closer to sit on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

That’s when he finally looks at you, the glasses still there and his eyes showing another type of tiredness. "Your mom could come home any minute, you know that." he mutters in his low voice.

You smile faintly as you take off his glasses with deliberate slowness, setting them down on the desk near the pen that he has now put down. "Well she’s not here, is she?" you turn back to him, straddling his lap properly now.

You push back some of his dark hair that were hiding his deep blue eyes, now properly looking at yours. His hands settle on the soft curve of your waist to bring you closer to his aching bulge that showed through the fabric of his dark grey slacks.

Your smile turns into something darker all of a sudden, almost devilish. You tighten your thighs at either side of his hips which drew a soft groan leaving his lips.

"Sweets…" he murmurs, feeling the ache in his pants tighten at the friction. "You can’t do that." he whispers your name.

"It’s not like anyone’s gonna see us, dad." you lean down to kiss his stubble "Come on, it’s been days." you whisper against his skin, a warm feeling rushing through him.

He exhales heavily, his hands sliding down to your hips "Get on the desk, then." he says, not a question, almost like he just wants it to be over with.

You smile widely and stand up from his lap before sitting on the old desk that could give up any time from how many times you two fucked on it. You spread your legs just slightly, enough to tease him.

He stands up, his knees brushing yours. His eyes are directly on yours, never breaking eye contact with your wide, faux-innocent ones. "Pumpkin, you know what I mean." he says in his fatherly tone, the one dads use to talk scold their child "Wider." he commands.

You spread your legs wider, still not enough for him to be able to stand between them. "I said wider." he says firmly. You don’t budge, not an inch.

He exhales and uses both of his calloused hands to separate your legs further, resting on your inner thighs. "There you go, darlin’." his lips curve into a faint smirk as he steps between your legs, properly now.

"Gonna take off your pants for me now?" you smile at him, your hands behind you to lean back just slightly so he gets a good view of your wet panties that cling to your folds underneath the nightgown.

"Eager, huh?" he huffs, already unbuckling his pants, working on the button and fly next. He slides the fabric down, leaving himself in his Calvin Klein boxers which did a great job at exposing his growing bulge. One of his hands come down to apply light pressure to himself, rubbing and touching himself to get ready "Touch yourself for me, bunny." he murmurs low.

You don’t waste a second and slide your hand between your thighs to touch your slick underwear, slow circle motions on your clit through the fabric. You let out a low whimper of pleasure, being watched by your own dad who obviously got off to the thought of his daughter touching herself.

"Dad.. i need you.." you breathed, your eyes closing. Your tight cunt clenched around nothing again, wishing he was inside you like before.

"Just a little more rubs, princess." his breathing ragged slightly, still rubbing his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

You didn’t stop, couldn’t. Your eyes open and are met with Leon looking at your expression and not your hand working on your needy pussy. He looks intently, his expression focused.

"Please.." you whined lowly, begging for his dick to be inside you like an addict wanting desperately wanting to get high on whatever substance.

"Impatient little lady…" he smirks as his fingers hook on the waistband of his boxers and sliding them down, revealing his thick cock, marked with veins and a head glistening with the precum.

He steps closer between your legs and wraps his hand around himself. He pushes your hand that was touching yourself away before he finally presses his hard length against the damp cloth. "So wet for me, god." he groans low, the sound rumbling in his chest.

The tip of his length traces up down between your folds, from your swollen clit the base of your entrance.

"Stop teasing…" you whine lowly, the sound only fueling his desire to be inside you.

He slowly pushes the fabric aside, now met with your puffy pussy dripping with your juices, begging to be stretched. "Fuck, look at you." the words roll off his tongue in a low voice, his voice rough from the many cigarettes he’s been smoking his whole life.

He draws out another whimper from your lips by slapping his cock gently, making a soft flap sound, your juices mixed with his precum.

"Is that what you’re here for?" he smirks down at you, your body leaned back on the desk, not fully laying down but propped up on your hands. "You want me to be inside you again, hm?" he teases your entrance.

"Y-yes.. god, yes." you press your lips tightly together, trying to suppress the urge to moan louder than you already are.

"Puppy, I wanna hear you. Come on, open up for me." he commands. Soon enough, your lips part and a soft moan leaves your lips as he stretches you in the most delicious way "God, it’s like you were made for me." he groans.

You grip the edge of the desk tighter, your head tipping back in both pleasure and slight pain from your dad sinking deeper into you like it’s the first time all over again.

He starts moving slowly, deep and languid thrusts until his tip kisses your cervix, hitting all the right spots.

"Sweets, look at me… please…" he commands, his tone bordering on desperation "I need you to look at me while I do this to you, pup." a low moan leaves his throat as you finally tilt your head back to meet your father’s eyes.

His pace quickens ever so slightly, making you clench around him, your sweet walls squeezing his needy cock.

"Don’t do that, pup.. I’m gonna.." he moans again, his eyes closing despite begging for you to look at him.

You hook a hand on his shoulder, your lips parted as you both breathe together, lost in pleasure and teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

"Dad, don’t pull out this time…" your hips move along with him.

"God.. you can’t say that…" he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he pants, his hands on your hips gripping so hard it might leave marks the next morning. "I’m gonna— fuck, i can’t.. you feel too tight, sweets…" he groans.

One last harsh push into you was all it took for him to reach that peak he’s been desperately in need of lately "Fuck" he groans under his breath, riding the last bit of his orgasm inside you.

He still hasn’t pulled out, slowly pushing into you as if making sure his cum was buried deep inside you "You’re gonna get pregnant if you keep begging me to not pull out." he pulls back, looking into your glossy eyes.

You smile at him, your chest rising up and down with each breath you took "And?" you mutter.

He shakes his head "You’re a menace." he huffs with the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips. He slowly pulls out of you, making your cunt clench at the loss of what you loved so much.

You lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble scratching softly against your chin "Happy father’s day, dad." you whisper against his skin.

A/N : first time posting a drabble/one shot, idfk 🫩. Hope you liked it tho and sorry in advance for any incoherent things here and there.

[desolat3xsiren]

thrifting fuels my soul

[angelicunknowngirlblogger]

no amount of mascara could make me feel pretty

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